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[If you should happen to pass by the north bridge closest to the plaza, you might notice a redhead sitting by the riverside, legs folded, with the Key of Lorelei propped up against his shoulder instead of his usual sword. He doesn't look particularly angry or angsty or brooding, just... lost in thought. He's had a lot to consider with Natalia's kidnapping and Luke's lost memories. Among other things.

At some point or other, though, he does make a comment for the journal:]

Is it ever... too late to regret something? Or to apologize?

How do you make up for something that can't be taken back...?

Comments

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

...Asch, are we going to fight every time we talk until I tell you?

[Private]

[dissonates]

...I didn't realize we were fighting. [Maybe.]

[Private]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

...if we are...then I wish I'd never started in the first place.

[Private]

[dissonates]

You didn't start the fight. And it wasn't my intention to start one this time, either.

[Private]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Then please just let me keep it to myself.

[Private]

[dissonates]

...I just... want to know more about you. Even if we get mad, even if we fight. We're together like this, but sometimes I don't even know you. I only see what everyone else sees, because it's all you ever show.

[Private] 1/2

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Private]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

I'm Gailardia Galan Gardios. I'm just a trophy of Malkuth, since my House doesn't hold any more political clout than it did before I assumed my real name. I've drifted away from the others, and Luke still...hasn't come back. It's hard to keep the faith that he will, with every month that passes. I'm lonely there, and afraid to go back to that loneliness. Here, I need Luke more than I think he needs -or wants- me, and I don't know how to take you back to Auldrant...if you'd even want to go. I don't have any particularly redeeming qualities or strengths, and most people associate with me for the prestige of being on friendly terms with the "last Gardios" and to get some funding for a project. I have no purpose on Auldrant. I'm useless.

Those are my problems.

The reason I don't talk about them is because they make me a sad, bitter person. But that doesn't mean I'm unhappy. Even if I'm worried about something, I can still be joyful about something else.

Please don't assume I'm lying to you when I smile. You and...well. Everyone I have here has made me happier than I've been in a very, very long time.

[Private] 1/idk

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[Private] n/m done D|

[dissonates]

...I'm sorry. I won't ask anymore if that's what you want.

[Private]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

See? That's not so big a deal, is it? I bet you were thinking it was something worse.

[Private]

[dissonates]

[FFFFFFFF]

Y... you bastard, isn't that bad enough!?

[Private]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

You're just dramatic. It's okay; it's part of what makes you who you are.

[Private]

[dissonates]

I don't see how it's funny. I was actually worried about you.

[Private]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Asch, trust me, there are a lot of people here in more need of concern than I am.

[Private]

[dissonates]

They don't mean anything to me compared to you.

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

...hm.

[Private]

[dissonates]

...Wh-what?

[Private]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Nothing.

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[dissonates]

...Rrm. [How does he always do that?]